My earliest memories of buying a suit were probably as disappointing as yours.
Dragged under the headache inducing fluorescent lights of a department store by well-meaning parents so that I could be a fitted for the junior suit needed for some occasion – be it a wedding, funeral, first communion, juvenile court appearance… etc. I don’t remember where we were going, but I do remember hating the way the ill-fitting jacket clung to me when I moved, the shoulders were too tight, the stiff dress shoes hurt, the waistband dug in, and the shirt – despite being massively oversized for my torso was so tight on my neck that the top button couldn’t be done up. Looking back I think that an old maxim from carpentry “If it doesn’t fit, force it” had been wrongly applied to children’s formal wear. This continued to be the driving philosophy behind most of the suits I wore through the 80’s and 90’s (And there were so many tragic examples from those decades, and by that I mean that we will under no circumstances, ever, discuss what I wore to any high school formals). Continue reading “THE HABERDASHERS: BUREAU”